FIC: Naughty Nick and the Evil Elf (5/6)-- Spilliam/X-- NC-17
Disclaimers and headers in part 1.
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PART 5
In the deepest and least bleary corners of his mind, Xander knew he was dreaming.
He had to be, after all, because someone-it had to be Anya-was sliding deep and hard into his ass, and Anya was gone. Had been gone for what seemed like years.
But she was there, and obviously with a new dildo because this one was the perfect size.
Of course, she was also perched on his chest feeding him what felt like an identical toy, slipping it between his lips and as far back into his throat as it would go, and…
So, yeah. He was dreaming. There was no other option.
That realized, he surrendered himself fully to the sensations, what little rational thought he’d known for just an instant completely gone.
“Bloody hell,” Spike grunted, his hips moving in short, shallow thrusts, “Bloke’s got a mouth on him, Will. ‘s not th’ best angle, but he’s takin’ it like a champ, yah?”
The other blond groaned, pulling himself fully from the stretched but still tight heat of the boy’s ass before pressing back in, pulling the solid hips a bit higher onto his lap. “Yesss… dearest… bloody…” He swallowed hard. “Perhapsss a change of p-position might allow… for more… fuck… depth…”
If he hadn’t been entirely consumed with the tight anus wrapped so tightly around his shaft, William might have laughed at the speed with which his brother vacated the young man’s lips. Or perhaps he might have laughed equally at that same young human’s disappointed moan.
Still, laughter would come later-after he and his twin were in their own home and reminiscing over the events which were even then transpiring.
“Coffee table, I think,” he suggested, teeth gritted as he forced himself to abandon Xander Harris’s wonderful ass for just long enough to move the lad.
Spike smirked wickedly and helped William shift the boy to his knees in front of the couch. He even pushed the couch back a foot or so to allow his twin more freedom of movement before moving to the other side of the low plane of wood, his hard, dribbling cock held at the ready.
“C’mon, pet,” he crooned to the clearly wanton little slut they’d found, “know you want this again, don’t you, mate? Hard an’ thick in your throat while your ass is so bloody full…?”
The voices didn’t register as anything other than yet another bizarre part of the dream, but the meaning behind the words somehow did and Xander felt wood under his palms as he leaned forward.
Had he been less drunk and possibly more awake, he would have wondered at that. Hell, he might have anyway, but that was when the perfect dildo returned to his ass and he opened his mouth on a gasp, only to find it filled even more perfectly than it had been before.
Long, pale fingers tangled in slightly shaggy brown hair and Spike groaned as the boy let him in, his cock sliding deeper than he’d managed before, this time sinking fully into the boy’s hot throat. “B-bloody… fuck, Will…”
An answering groan, this one with a bit of growl in it, answered him as William let himself go, the copious amount of Vaseline he’d anointed himself and the boy’s tight hole with letting him move freely in this position.
His hips snapped back and forth, in and out… fingers dug into smooth, firm skin… he felt his features shift fully to true and gazed heatedly at his brother, glad to see that he wasn’t the only one who’d let his real face out. “Better… like this…” he grunted in time with his hard, deep thrusts. “Have to… try it… yourself… beloved…”
Spike’s own motions matched William’s speed, although not his intensity. It wasn’t necessary, after all; not when the coring Will was giving the bloke was driving that hot mouth onto his rampant flesh so perfectly. “Plannin’… ta…” he managed in reply. “Soon… as you… cum, luv… goin’ ta fill him… right good, pet…”
Unfortunately, William knew, that would only be a matter of minutes.
He was well used to being inside males. He had been engaging in such acts with Spike for more than a hundred years, after all, and they had certainly shared the many human males he’d brought home for dinner since the chip, but they’d all been merely going through the motions in an effort to save their own lives. This…
This was different.
This Xander Harris-white knight and Scooby extraordinaire-hadn’t begged for anything if one didn’t consider the way his body was demanding ‘more’, ‘harder’, ‘now’. And they were here under the auspices of Santa himself which meant there would not-could not-be any harm done to the boy.
By process of elimination, that had to mean that… the boy wanted this. Wanted them, even if he hadn’t known until just that night that Spike had a twin.
Of course, the boy knew now, and he was willing and so very able, and just the fact that he was willing made this unlike any encounter with a human that William had ever had.
He actually thought that he just might… like the boy.
That aside, though, he definitely loved the brunette’s tight ass, and when he slammed himself deep once more, deliberately scraping his shaft along that small, swollen nub inside him, and the boy yelped around Spike’s cock, William… growled.
He growled and did it again, one hand abandoning a hip to slide around and grasp the base of their toy’s shaft… and as that long, tanned body bucked and heaved between the two cocks piercing it, William howled and squeezed, blocking the obvious orgasm the boy was striving for even as he found his own, spilling long, deep and hard inside the hot, tight body under him.
Spike was growling as well, watching William plunder their boy’s ass willfully, the other blond’s face tightening, tensing into the rictus of pleasure that always did strange things to his insides. He smirked just a bit when he noticed one of Will’s hands under Harris’s body, knowing exactly what his bother was up to.
Hell, the boy would be lucky if they let him cum before sunrise, wouldn’t he?
Still, the vibrating yelp around his cock felt good… and when the bloke tried to suck in a deep breath to cry out-presumably at the injustice of it all-and only managed to swallow Spike’s cock to the hilt, what could he do other than slide himself back and forth shallowly in that grasping throat and let himself satisfy the boy’s obvious hunger?
His balls slowly relaxed even as he pulled his slightly softened cock from between those red lips and when the boy whimpered, he let his fingers stroke gently through tangled brown hair.
“Hush… hush, pet,” Spike murmured, “Such a good boy, you are. Never would have guessed it, yah…? Such a horny little one.”
William smiled at the tone his twin was using, blowing him a kiss when their toy relaxed and pressed into the touches. “It is beyond my comprehension,” he added to Spike’s words in much the same tone, “that such a treasure has remained unclaimed, dearest. Although I must admit that it has worked in our favor, yes?”
“Unnngh… head… hurts…”
Their boy’s voice sounded pained suddenly, and the two vampire’s exchanged one worried glance. They weren’t finished yet, after all, and who knew whether they’d even be able to if the bloke was in pain?
Spike acted first, using his preternatural speed to retrieve the half-full bottle from the floor and return, holding it to the brunette’s lips. “Here, pet… this’ll make that achy head of yours all better…”
William barely managed to hold back a moan as he finally pulled his still-hard shaft from the boy’s tight body. “Yes, drink up, Xander… there will be time for head-aches tomorrow, I believe.”
Wow… this was the smartest dream he’d ever had.
Of course, he was starting to think it wasn’t really a dream, but… God, he wanted it to be and he was still pretty damned drunk, so…
He swallowed repeatedly, only stopping when the glass neck was pulled from his lips, and… he almost complained but then the numbing curtain slipped over his mind again and Xander smiled.
“Beloved?” William asked, one brow arched curiously.
Spike frowned at his own hand and the bottle in it for a moment, then shrugged. “Guessin’ th’ bleedin’ suit won’t let me even let th’ boy hurt himself. Works out, anyway, yah? Don’t feature shaggin’ a corpse… this time.”
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The boy was still hard, although he didn’t seem to realize it, William noticed.
In fact, Xander Harris was still laying over the coffee table, his long, deeply red cock hanging just below the edge as he stared fixedly at the television screen.
“Gi’ ‘t t’ ‘im, Enos…” he muttered, eyes rather glazed as Spike knelt behind him, stretching him further with the help of the Vaseline.
They’d save the Astroglide for another occasion, after all. Perhaps the next time they saw the boy. Or the next time Spike saw him and got them invited over for another shag because there was no way William wanted the rest of the boy’s merry band knowing he even existed.
William chuckled softly, stroking Xander’s hair. “You rather like watching that ‘Jock’ being filled, do you not, Xander?”
Brown eyes blinked slowly but didn’t move from the screen. “All ‘f ‘t… jus’ wait’n’ f’r boobies… ahhhhhhh!” He arched, eyes closing.
Spike snorted. “Goin’ ta be waitin’ a long bloody time in this film, mate. O’course, if you’ve not figured that out in th’ four bloody times we’ve watched it, I’m guessin’ you’re not goin’ ta.” He flicked his finger against that spot in the boy again, earning another arch rather than any Harris-like snark.
And that was good, seeing as Spike didn’t much care to talk right then except to say “Will. Assume th’ position, luv…” as he pulled his fingers from the boy’s tight hole and opened his own legs wider, forcing the boy’s knees a bit farther apart.
He waited until the other blond was standing in front of their toy, seeping shaft poised to enter that wide, red mouth… and then Spike pushed in hard and when Harris’s lips opened on a wordless, almost desperate cry, William slipped in and…
Yeah. Just like that. Share and share alike.
Three hours yet until sunrise, Spike thought with a smirk.
It was going to be one Hell of a ride.
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“Bloody… what are you doing, Spike?” William demanded when the bleached blond disappeared into the bedroom. “We haven’t the time for any more…” He blinked then tried not to smile when Spike returned holding a rather large butt plug.
“As you will, then,” he chuckled, watching with amusement as his brother used the Astroglide to slick up the silicone item before slowly pushing it into their boy’s dripping hole.
“Just a little somethin’ ta remember us by, luv, since th’ magic sack didn’t come up with a prezzie for him,” Spike purred, sliding the toy in and out a few times before pressing it deep again and leaving it there. “Can’t wait ta see him at one of those bloody fucking ‘meetings’, though. Bloke’s likely ta blush brighter than th’ soddin’ tree downtown.”
Another smirk and a long, deep, violent kiss for Will and Spike stalked through the door.
It wasn’t until they tried to get back to the roof that they noticed the magic wasn’t working anymore… and when they finally did manage to jimmy the door, the sleigh was gone.
“Oh, bloody hell!” Spike growled, “D’you know what this means, luv?”
William arched a brow. “Christmas is over and we are no longer in debt to those… elves?” he offered hopefully.
Another growl which was immediately broken by a laugh.
“ ‘s goin’ on sunrise, pet… an’ th’ only way home is through th’ tunnels for us. In these clothes!”
“Oh… bloody hell,” William whispered despairingly.
“Ah, not ta worry, luv. Doubt anything what sees us will be hard ta kill, right?”
And as that was true enough, William merely sighed deeply. “Still, we should hurry.”
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to be concluded in pt. 6
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PART 5
In the deepest and least bleary corners of his mind, Xander knew he was dreaming.
He had to be, after all, because someone-it had to be Anya-was sliding deep and hard into his ass, and Anya was gone. Had been gone for what seemed like years.
But she was there, and obviously with a new dildo because this one was the perfect size.
Of course, she was also perched on his chest feeding him what felt like an identical toy, slipping it between his lips and as far back into his throat as it would go, and…
So, yeah. He was dreaming. There was no other option.
That realized, he surrendered himself fully to the sensations, what little rational thought he’d known for just an instant completely gone.
“Bloody hell,” Spike grunted, his hips moving in short, shallow thrusts, “Bloke’s got a mouth on him, Will. ‘s not th’ best angle, but he’s takin’ it like a champ, yah?”
The other blond groaned, pulling himself fully from the stretched but still tight heat of the boy’s ass before pressing back in, pulling the solid hips a bit higher onto his lap. “Yesss… dearest… bloody…” He swallowed hard. “Perhapsss a change of p-position might allow… for more… fuck… depth…”
If he hadn’t been entirely consumed with the tight anus wrapped so tightly around his shaft, William might have laughed at the speed with which his brother vacated the young man’s lips. Or perhaps he might have laughed equally at that same young human’s disappointed moan.
Still, laughter would come later-after he and his twin were in their own home and reminiscing over the events which were even then transpiring.
“Coffee table, I think,” he suggested, teeth gritted as he forced himself to abandon Xander Harris’s wonderful ass for just long enough to move the lad.
Spike smirked wickedly and helped William shift the boy to his knees in front of the couch. He even pushed the couch back a foot or so to allow his twin more freedom of movement before moving to the other side of the low plane of wood, his hard, dribbling cock held at the ready.
“C’mon, pet,” he crooned to the clearly wanton little slut they’d found, “know you want this again, don’t you, mate? Hard an’ thick in your throat while your ass is so bloody full…?”
The voices didn’t register as anything other than yet another bizarre part of the dream, but the meaning behind the words somehow did and Xander felt wood under his palms as he leaned forward.
Had he been less drunk and possibly more awake, he would have wondered at that. Hell, he might have anyway, but that was when the perfect dildo returned to his ass and he opened his mouth on a gasp, only to find it filled even more perfectly than it had been before.
Long, pale fingers tangled in slightly shaggy brown hair and Spike groaned as the boy let him in, his cock sliding deeper than he’d managed before, this time sinking fully into the boy’s hot throat. “B-bloody… fuck, Will…”
An answering groan, this one with a bit of growl in it, answered him as William let himself go, the copious amount of Vaseline he’d anointed himself and the boy’s tight hole with letting him move freely in this position.
His hips snapped back and forth, in and out… fingers dug into smooth, firm skin… he felt his features shift fully to true and gazed heatedly at his brother, glad to see that he wasn’t the only one who’d let his real face out. “Better… like this…” he grunted in time with his hard, deep thrusts. “Have to… try it… yourself… beloved…”
Spike’s own motions matched William’s speed, although not his intensity. It wasn’t necessary, after all; not when the coring Will was giving the bloke was driving that hot mouth onto his rampant flesh so perfectly. “Plannin’… ta…” he managed in reply. “Soon… as you… cum, luv… goin’ ta fill him… right good, pet…”
Unfortunately, William knew, that would only be a matter of minutes.
He was well used to being inside males. He had been engaging in such acts with Spike for more than a hundred years, after all, and they had certainly shared the many human males he’d brought home for dinner since the chip, but they’d all been merely going through the motions in an effort to save their own lives. This…
This was different.
This Xander Harris-white knight and Scooby extraordinaire-hadn’t begged for anything if one didn’t consider the way his body was demanding ‘more’, ‘harder’, ‘now’. And they were here under the auspices of Santa himself which meant there would not-could not-be any harm done to the boy.
By process of elimination, that had to mean that… the boy wanted this. Wanted them, even if he hadn’t known until just that night that Spike had a twin.
Of course, the boy knew now, and he was willing and so very able, and just the fact that he was willing made this unlike any encounter with a human that William had ever had.
He actually thought that he just might… like the boy.
That aside, though, he definitely loved the brunette’s tight ass, and when he slammed himself deep once more, deliberately scraping his shaft along that small, swollen nub inside him, and the boy yelped around Spike’s cock, William… growled.
He growled and did it again, one hand abandoning a hip to slide around and grasp the base of their toy’s shaft… and as that long, tanned body bucked and heaved between the two cocks piercing it, William howled and squeezed, blocking the obvious orgasm the boy was striving for even as he found his own, spilling long, deep and hard inside the hot, tight body under him.
Spike was growling as well, watching William plunder their boy’s ass willfully, the other blond’s face tightening, tensing into the rictus of pleasure that always did strange things to his insides. He smirked just a bit when he noticed one of Will’s hands under Harris’s body, knowing exactly what his bother was up to.
Hell, the boy would be lucky if they let him cum before sunrise, wouldn’t he?
Still, the vibrating yelp around his cock felt good… and when the bloke tried to suck in a deep breath to cry out-presumably at the injustice of it all-and only managed to swallow Spike’s cock to the hilt, what could he do other than slide himself back and forth shallowly in that grasping throat and let himself satisfy the boy’s obvious hunger?
His balls slowly relaxed even as he pulled his slightly softened cock from between those red lips and when the boy whimpered, he let his fingers stroke gently through tangled brown hair.
“Hush… hush, pet,” Spike murmured, “Such a good boy, you are. Never would have guessed it, yah…? Such a horny little one.”
William smiled at the tone his twin was using, blowing him a kiss when their toy relaxed and pressed into the touches. “It is beyond my comprehension,” he added to Spike’s words in much the same tone, “that such a treasure has remained unclaimed, dearest. Although I must admit that it has worked in our favor, yes?”
“Unnngh… head… hurts…”
Their boy’s voice sounded pained suddenly, and the two vampire’s exchanged one worried glance. They weren’t finished yet, after all, and who knew whether they’d even be able to if the bloke was in pain?
Spike acted first, using his preternatural speed to retrieve the half-full bottle from the floor and return, holding it to the brunette’s lips. “Here, pet… this’ll make that achy head of yours all better…”
William barely managed to hold back a moan as he finally pulled his still-hard shaft from the boy’s tight body. “Yes, drink up, Xander… there will be time for head-aches tomorrow, I believe.”
Wow… this was the smartest dream he’d ever had.
Of course, he was starting to think it wasn’t really a dream, but… God, he wanted it to be and he was still pretty damned drunk, so…
He swallowed repeatedly, only stopping when the glass neck was pulled from his lips, and… he almost complained but then the numbing curtain slipped over his mind again and Xander smiled.
“Beloved?” William asked, one brow arched curiously.
Spike frowned at his own hand and the bottle in it for a moment, then shrugged. “Guessin’ th’ bleedin’ suit won’t let me even let th’ boy hurt himself. Works out, anyway, yah? Don’t feature shaggin’ a corpse… this time.”
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The boy was still hard, although he didn’t seem to realize it, William noticed.
In fact, Xander Harris was still laying over the coffee table, his long, deeply red cock hanging just below the edge as he stared fixedly at the television screen.
“Gi’ ‘t t’ ‘im, Enos…” he muttered, eyes rather glazed as Spike knelt behind him, stretching him further with the help of the Vaseline.
They’d save the Astroglide for another occasion, after all. Perhaps the next time they saw the boy. Or the next time Spike saw him and got them invited over for another shag because there was no way William wanted the rest of the boy’s merry band knowing he even existed.
William chuckled softly, stroking Xander’s hair. “You rather like watching that ‘Jock’ being filled, do you not, Xander?”
Brown eyes blinked slowly but didn’t move from the screen. “All ‘f ‘t… jus’ wait’n’ f’r boobies… ahhhhhhh!” He arched, eyes closing.
Spike snorted. “Goin’ ta be waitin’ a long bloody time in this film, mate. O’course, if you’ve not figured that out in th’ four bloody times we’ve watched it, I’m guessin’ you’re not goin’ ta.” He flicked his finger against that spot in the boy again, earning another arch rather than any Harris-like snark.
And that was good, seeing as Spike didn’t much care to talk right then except to say “Will. Assume th’ position, luv…” as he pulled his fingers from the boy’s tight hole and opened his own legs wider, forcing the boy’s knees a bit farther apart.
He waited until the other blond was standing in front of their toy, seeping shaft poised to enter that wide, red mouth… and then Spike pushed in hard and when Harris’s lips opened on a wordless, almost desperate cry, William slipped in and…
Yeah. Just like that. Share and share alike.
Three hours yet until sunrise, Spike thought with a smirk.
It was going to be one Hell of a ride.
* * * * *
“Bloody… what are you doing, Spike?” William demanded when the bleached blond disappeared into the bedroom. “We haven’t the time for any more…” He blinked then tried not to smile when Spike returned holding a rather large butt plug.
“As you will, then,” he chuckled, watching with amusement as his brother used the Astroglide to slick up the silicone item before slowly pushing it into their boy’s dripping hole.
“Just a little somethin’ ta remember us by, luv, since th’ magic sack didn’t come up with a prezzie for him,” Spike purred, sliding the toy in and out a few times before pressing it deep again and leaving it there. “Can’t wait ta see him at one of those bloody fucking ‘meetings’, though. Bloke’s likely ta blush brighter than th’ soddin’ tree downtown.”
Another smirk and a long, deep, violent kiss for Will and Spike stalked through the door.
It wasn’t until they tried to get back to the roof that they noticed the magic wasn’t working anymore… and when they finally did manage to jimmy the door, the sleigh was gone.
“Oh, bloody hell!” Spike growled, “D’you know what this means, luv?”
William arched a brow. “Christmas is over and we are no longer in debt to those… elves?” he offered hopefully.
Another growl which was immediately broken by a laugh.
“ ‘s goin’ on sunrise, pet… an’ th’ only way home is through th’ tunnels for us. In these clothes!”
“Oh… bloody hell,” William whispered despairingly.
“Ah, not ta worry, luv. Doubt anything what sees us will be hard ta kill, right?”
And as that was true enough, William merely sighed deeply. “Still, we should hurry.”
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to be concluded in pt. 6